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posted on Mar 7, 2019 5:26:35 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] A delicate finger brushed against her neck before pushing her hair over her shoulder. She noticed him inhale the scent of the wine, not trusting her enough to not poison him. That woman really did a number on him, driving him to insecurity. It was a state of being that she related to once upon a time. [break][break] "We both want the same thing Khaor; You want revenge and justice for the crimes committed against you,... and I want to ruin their house reputation," she explained. The house that woman belonged to, had wronged Izanami previously, a long time ago even, and she wanted retribution, --she wanted to be able to return to heaven one day. "We already walk down the path side by side, it would be easy to hold hands while doing so." [break][break] Clearing her throat, Izanami shifted her weight to sit forward. She wanted to make sure that he would understand her point of view. "I give you the power to be invisible and start over; To change your identity, become an enigma, and an illusionary avenger," she said, her hands pressed against her lap, "Patience will lead to victory, grow strong in the dungeon, and when the time is right, --we can reveal them for what they truly are, a snake."
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posted on Mar 2, 2019 2:40:22 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] Immortality was both a detriment and a boon. While it was true she also had emotions, and desires like a mortal, they were on a different scale of grandeur. This was a factor that Khaor wouldn’t be able to come to terms with just by words alone; she would have to show him. [break][break] He already was coming up with solutions to move forward, not looking at the bigger picture, and the red string of fate that began to encompass the two of them. [break][break] Patiently she waited for him to finish his declaration of revenge, making sure not to smirk at his resolve. All the while she went to a cabinet and pulled out a dark glass bottle and two chalices from the shelf. Pulling the cork, she tediously poured the contents into the cup, listening to his question before offering him the wine. [break][break] “You said it yourself, you want vengeance, --and more, you want recognition,” she explained. Murder was something that he could do by himself, but the goddess knew that it wouldn’t be satisfactory enough. [break][break] “Yet…. death is too merciful of a punishment,” she commented before taking a sip from her cup, “Imagine them on their knees, humiliated just like you were. Everything being taken from them, --despair sweeping over them, begging to be killed by your hands in the end.” [break][break] She hesitated for a moment, letting everything she was saying sink in. “You could just find her and kill her,... but that will not award you the acknowledgement you deserve.” [break][break] “Simply put; -- I can offer you sanctuary, and power,” she finished. He was nothing, he had nothing, and many expected him dead. To her, he was a potential vessel to be built up, --and a tool of war.
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posted on Feb 28, 2019 4:28:31 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] One dark brow arched in her state of perplexion. She didn’t plan on giving him the satisfaction of an answer, knowing he wouldn’t accept her excuse, --but she was an honest woman. She didn’t save him, because he didn’t need to be saved. So she listened to him vex his anger and struggles as an echo of the broken faith he had in others. Once she was finished dressing his wounds, the Goddess moved to put away the remainder of the medicine and wash her hands once more. [break][break] “If the divines saw fit to step in at every battle, mortals would not grow individually,” she explained calmly, letting a moment pass before glancing back at the human, “You learned an appropriate lesson, one that you will likely take with you to the grave.” [break][break] Yet she knew he wouldn’t be sated with that answer, his curiosity and thirst for answers fueled his will. [break][break] “Khaor, I did not bring you back here because I want something from you. I am a goddess Izanami of creation and death. --If I desired something, I would help myself,” she said in affirmation, trying to reassure the shaken man that she did not have a hidden agenda. Izanami did not blame him for his lack of trust, having witnessed first hand the chaos that destroyed his mind. [break][break] She had no plan to betray him, -- no desire to gain another enemy. Instead, she sought retribution for him, and an opportunity for herself. [break][break] “Instead, I can offer you justice, in return for seeing how the events play out.”
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posted on Feb 27, 2019 0:24:54 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] Izanami had never been in a near dying state, or had ever fallen unconscious by means other than going to sleep, it wasn’t common for a divine to feel the effect of critical exhaustion after all. However, she had witnessed many mortal beings awaken, and few had ever happened in an awkward fashion. Despite Izanami’s surprise at her guests sudden vault from the sofa, her expression remained stoic, not averting her gaze from the book she was delving into.
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In her peripherals she saw him begin to assess the situation, commenting on how peculiar she was acting, to which she would have agreed with him. After he spoke, she lifted her hand, raising one finger, giving the inclination that she needed one moment before she could indulge him with conversation. Finishing the chapter, she placed a linen cloth between the pages and set it down on the table before her. ”Is it strange for a mother to want to protect her children?” she responded, implying that as a goddess, she played a part in creation.
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“You should lie back down. Your wounds have re-opened and I will need to apply more poultice to promote healing,” she said stepping towards a short dresser with a white basin on the top. She washed her hands in the water, drying them with a towel before turning to hopefully see her patient doing as he was told.
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From a small wooden bowl her fingers dipped into a smooth paste that put off an interesting floral scent. The color resembled that of moss upon a stone, with colorful specks to break up the texture. ”Stay still,” she asked with a more demanding tone, and her hand reaching out to touch his skin in various places.
[break][break] “If you want, I can fetch something for the pain. It does not appear that you have a fever, so none of your wounds have been infected, --thankfully.”
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posted on Feb 26, 2019 17:24:26 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] 'you poor child' [break][break] Footsteps broke through the silence, cutting the sound of the rain as it began to fall, dotting the landscape with each impact. A feminine figure clad in black closed the distance between them, her gaze overlooking the bruised and broken man with curiosity. In her hand was a bowed parasol, preventing the stinging rain from touching the immediate area while she got a longer look at him. [break][break] His gaze flashed to her own, though she was sure his vision was blurry and he could not make out her presence yet. His eyes, -- they were ringed with gold, captivating and stunning. Even with the bruises and tattered bloody clothing, he was alluring. Like a wildfire, he burned inside. No, this man wasn't like a wildfire --he WAS a wildfire; deadly, uncontrollable, and slightly out of his wits. [break][break] 'Oh, how betrayal breaks a soul' [break][break] The man would live, though not without assistance. It wouldn't be hard to take him back to her mansion, where she could make him a poultice for his wounds and let him rest. Up the stairs in her chamber, he would be laid on the sofa, stripped of his remaining clothing and cleaned of dirt and blood. Plagued with mortal emotion, there was no way to assume how long he would take to come back to reality. He was beaten to within an inch of his life; a traumatic experience. [break][break] Patiently the goddess waited by the hearth, staring into the flames, or had her nose between the pages of a book. Time passed different for an immortal being, --what feels like days to a mortal was minutes in the eyes of a god. She would wait until he was ready to grace her with his attention. They had much to discuss. [attr="class","APtag"] khaor [newclass=.APwrapper]width:350px;border:1px solid #222;background-color:#151515;[/newclass][newclass=.APtop]height:80px;background-color:#191919;[/newclass][newclass=.APtri]position:absolute;height: 0px;width: 0px;border-top: solid 40px #191919;border-left: solid 175px transparent;border-right: solid 175px transparent;z-index: 0;margin-top:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon img]height:90px;width:90px;border-radius:100%;position:relative;z-index:999;margin:-5px 0px 0px 0px;filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.APtext]font:500 11px/12px 'Roboto';text-align:justify;padding:50px;color:#aaa;margin-top:-25px;margin-bottom:20px;[/newclass][newclass=.APtext b]font-weight:bold;color:#d2d674[/newclass][newclass=.APtag]display: inline-block;margin: -60px 0px 0px 50px;background-color: #181818;border:1px solid #222;padding: 8px 15px;font: 600 8px/10px 'Roboto';color: #aaa;border-radius: 5px;text-align:center;float:left;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse]margin-top:-120px;display: block;width: 120px;height: 120px;border-radius: 50%;background: #111;cursor: pointer;box-shadow: 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0,0);animation: pulse 3s infinite;position:relative;z-index;999;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse:hover]animation: none;[/newclass]
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posted on Feb 25, 2019 17:51:05 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","MItxtbox"] sounds great! we can start this thread after a few posts into the other one. If I start two at once ill get frantic LOL. So keep this idea on hold. Ill tag you in a bit. [newclass=.MItxtbox]padding:20px;background-color:#0e0e0e;border:1px solid #050505;text-align:justify;color:#999;font:400 12px/17px 'Roboto';[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox h1]font: italic 300 12px/15px 'Montserrat'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#888;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding: 15px 25px 15px 25px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox a]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#4c4d67;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox b]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass]
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posted on Feb 25, 2019 6:05:27 GMT by IZANAMI
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edited on Feb 25, 2019 6:09:23 GMT by IZANAMI
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[nospaces] [attr="class","MItxtbox"] you in my familia lezz gooooo! we can have a throw back thread to them first meeting, or anything recent, that is if you wanna talk to the god at all. Do you wanna do a dungeon thread? Or any thread. He could try to steal from her :3 [newclass=.MItxtbox]padding:20px;background-color:#0e0e0e;border:1px solid #050505;text-align:justify;color:#999;font:400 12px/17px 'Roboto';[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox h1]font: italic 300 12px/15px 'Montserrat'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#888;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding: 15px 25px 15px 25px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox a]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#4c4d67;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox b]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass]
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posted on Feb 23, 2019 19:02:10 GMT by IZANAMI
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edited on Feb 27, 2019 8:05:36 GMT by IZANAMI
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Hello, Nova here. I like to RP. Sometimes I can do rapid fire posting, other times I cannot post for a few days; --but I promise content will be delivered. I don't like to start threads all the time, and if you have plot ideas, contact me in discord or on the characters' plotters.
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[attr="class","MWWcharacter"] [attr="class","MWWcharacteravi"] | [attr="class","MWWcharacterinfo"]62 y/o > high elf > adventurer |
[attr="class","MWWcharacter"] [attr="class","MWWcharacteravi"] | [attr="class","MWWcharactername"] CASSIUS [attr="class","MWWcharacterinfo"]40 y/o > manakete > adventurer |
[attr="class","MWWcharacter"] [attr="class","MWWcharacteravi"] | [attr="class","MWWcharactername"] RHEA [attr="class","MWWcharacterinfo"]19 y/o > werewolf > supporter |
[attr="class","MWWcharacter"] [attr="class","MWWcharacteravi"] | [attr="class","MWWcharactername"] LUCA [attr="class","MWWcharacterinfo"]20 y/o > human > supporter |
[attr="class","MWWcharacter"] [attr="class","MWWcharacteravi"] | [attr="class","MWWcharactername"] ALURA [attr="class","MWWcharacterinfo"]20 y/o > human > adventurer |
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posted on Feb 23, 2019 18:59:26 GMT by IZANAMI
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edited on Feb 23, 2019 22:55:41 GMT by deicide
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posted on Feb 17, 2019 3:03:16 GMT by IZANAMI
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edited on Feb 20, 2019 5:35:47 GMT by ADMIN
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miscellaneous [break] In Heaven, many of the gods have the ability to create; Life, objects, etc. Most of them created the universe and the Lower World itself. Izanami is no different, playing her part in the pantheon. [break][break] On the surface, she no longer holds the ability to manifest creations, though the rules of her abilities still seem to hold true. Creation requires a source of equal, and a majority of her handiwork required her to destroy something in return. [break][break]So it was not her masterpieces that she was recognized by, but rather her misfortunes, giving her the title of Goddess of Death. Despite being only a half truth, Izanami adopted this label, driven by emotion that she could never right any wrong doings. [break][break] In Orario, surrounded by magic, she feels at peace, watching the displays of her blessing manifest before her. A sense of satisfaction pushes the goddess to support her children as they bring her house glory and recognition as a superior. Though by the day, she feels melancholy, and that a large part of her is missing.
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[attr="class","MAbody"] [attr="class","MAHwrapper"] [attr="class","MAHformat"] + the past In the birth of the universe, Izanami, along with her partner Izanagi, created the Far East. From the water, land sprung up in the form of islands, one of which they would live on, amongst the other gods and mortals. [break][break] Izanami bore witness to the love and devotion of mortal beings, and grew captivated at the thought of having an offspring of her own. So together they built a palace and held a wedding ceremony. [break][break] Deriving from their bonds, they created three divine souls; Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi and Susanoo. The two progenitors along with their children returned onto heaven where they would welcome the three into the pantheon. [break][break] Because both Izanami and Izanagi are divine, their descendants were to be referred to as well, however other gods did not share the same belief. A few looked poorly at the couple for consummating their marriage on the Lower World instead of within the heavens. It went against tradition, which some god’s frowned upon highly. [break][break] On the Lower World, Izanami got to observe the joy’s of having children, but had no knowledge of the dangers. It was not long before their family was targeted, and Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi and Susanoo were missing and the two parents were fraught with fear. [break][break] From interrogation, Izanami was able to steal the information that the three resided in the underworld, where they were held in captivity. She alone descended, but however it was a trick. Izanami made a choice to save her children, and instead faced eternal damnation after feasting upon the flesh of a given fruit. [break][break] Izanagi clashed with the heavens, when word reached him of his wife’s and children’s fate. He met his lover at the gate, in which she revealed that she could never again return to the heavens and that the children were not within the underworld. She accepted her fate, her husband having to leave her while he searched for the three divines, finding them on the Lower World. [break][break] Izanami patiently succumbed, living with her poorly made decision. One day she vowed to return to the heavens, but gave into living on the surface world, where she could see those she loved. However the Divine being was different, having changed from her experience in the underworld. No longer was she her cheerful self, instead having a melancholy demeanor. Love was a feeling that she no longer held to her heart, barely recognizing those she once called her family. + the present After Ouranos bestowed his blessing unto a mortal, Izanami agreed to the rules of the pantheon, to never use her Arcanum again, and live as the mortals do. It was hard for the Goddess of Death to achieve a strong familia, as she had little to offer them in terms of living or even company. [break][break] After Centuries, she restored her palace, and began to focus on the magical attributes that the Blessing had given mortals. Soon she was able to aid her adventurers that worked hard for her sake, and lead them to glory. All the while, she still searched for a way to achieve her divinity once more and take up her mantle in heaven as a Goddess of Creation again. [/PTab={margin-top:-21px; height:579px; width:600px; background-color:#111;border:1px solid #050505;margin-left: -221px;}] [/PTabbedContent={height:580px; background-color:#111; }]
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